Sorry I Missed

Sorry I Missed

I missed our appointment;
I am sorry, sanity got in the way.
I know someone told you that
anxiety was a sin. I know
they told you that
God is in control.
Did they have an answer why
one bullet missed its mark
and another creased the brain of a
loving father that day?

I missed having drinks with you;
I am sorry, dis-ease got in the way.
I know someone told you that
you would never understand them. I know
they told you that
this was all mandated by God.
Did they have an answer why they
never thought that way when the
candidate they adored lost? Did they
bow to God’s decree when the opposition
took the reins of power? Or does God only
work for one side of the aisle, and not for the other.
Did they mention the person who lost is
a man devoted to faith, a woman devoted to home,
a whole convention full of hope?

I missed dinner with you:
I am sorry, the locked doors got in the way.
I know someone told you that
I was a heretic now. I know someone
mentioned my stumbles that can still be seen
in my bruises and my tears.
Did they have an answer to their own sins,
or of the transgressions of the winner?
Did they appropriate love only for their own kind?

My friend, hold tight your kaleidoscope children;
look deep in the eyes of your spouse nearly deported;
beseech the little god who acts like a bully to
shovel his shit in someone else’s yard.
And ask the Only God to send the love to those
who say his name over and over again but have hardly
ever
offered his love to the others who are no different than
us all; ask the Only God to shower the people with love.